Who's Mans Is This?

Chapter 9: Break Down

DeAndre -

"How come we are never in class in these chapter?" Maurice said. "I need to know my GPA cause if i'm failing from being out all the time, that's got to change..."

"Nothing cool happens in class in these books unless you are in high school," Demi said.

"Yeah ,it's just cliché shit." I said.

We strolled through the east side of me mall, mostly hoppin throuh stores. Or at least that's the idea. We were all still in H&M. Jay and Mar were looking around at most of the clothes together, leaving me and Demi alone. I tried not to pay attention to shit and all, just going through the bombers on the racks. But, his presence.....I just knew he was there, okay? It was kind of weird. Neither of us wanted to be the 3rd wheel with Mar and Jay, so we kind of just followed each other around...until we ended up sitting outside the store. Neither of us had money like that. I depended on my mom sending me cash. Mar had a job, so he does what he wants.

We were just sitting there, not talking. It was very awkward. I knew he knows me because of that party.

I took a glance at him again...
Huh.

Ole boy kinda gorgeous.

STOP IT.

"Sooo..." he said quietly. I thought he caught me staring, so I turned around.

"Yeah..." I said, kind of lost. This shit was deadass embarrassing. We were just sitting there. Doing NOTHING-

"Why did you do what you did?" He said.

"Don't know what you're talking about. Refresh my memory..."

"I think you'd remember slippin' and slidin' ya dick between Thoteshia's ass cheeks at a party my guy," he said. "Ole boy's a nice guy, so why did you do that?"

"What makes this your business?" I said angrily.

"Calm down, tiger, I just wanted to hear you side of the story." He said grinning. FUCK, why he gotta be so cute.

"Didn't you have dreads the last time I saw you?" I asked him. His hair was different. I didn't know much about dreads because I never had them.

"Oh, I just took them out if the locs, and cut it a little shorter. I wanted the Travis Scott look," he said. "But don't dodge my question."

SHIT.

"...Honestly, I was just trying to fuck. That whole week, since I met Maurice, I was horny as a bitch. I wanted to fuck the nigga, but..."

I didn't want to ruin the kid. Maurice is honestly a pure, innocent, matured soul. With the way I am, I could be the one person to impact his love life and cause him to either be hopeful or heartless. I'd rather him be in this relationship with Jay than my buddy.

I wouldn't mind Mar being my nigga though...

"But....? Is that it?" Demi said. He looked at me, waiting to hear more from me. But I just leaned back in my chair and began to relax as we waited for the boys. "Damn, I'm disappointed."

"Fuck you disappointed for?" I said. I was a little unnerved by what he was implying, but I wanted to let him finish saying what he had to say. I might be ODing.

"I really thought you liked the kid, the way you was looking for him that night," he said turning around in his chair to look forward. "And to think I actually thought you were a good person or something. You got a record for making people dislike you, don't you."

And you know what? I was right to be ODing. Here I am, in a mall with three other niggas, and I'm trying to have a good time. But it seems like between the three of them, I can't escape that last ducking party. Each one of them wants to bring up that shit. I'm tired of it.

I get up to walk in front of Demi, and slam my hands in both sides of his chair, and lean into his face.

"NO ONE ASKED YOU SHIT HEAD," I said through my clenched teeth. Demi honestly looked not shocked, but surprised.

"Hey, I was just-"

"Fuck off," I said. I stormed toward the exit of the mall. Fuck this shit. You lie, you get shitted on, you tell the truth, you get shitted on. I don't need this shit. And I don't need them.

As I was walking, Jay and Maurice came out of the store. As I passed, Jay turned quick and asked "You aight?"

"WHAT THE......NO!!!" I exclaimed. I was up on a hundred right now. I was fed up with all three of them.

"What's wrong with you?" Maurice said with a disgusted look on his face. That shit set me off, him acting like there wasn't an issue in the air all along. Is this nigga dense??

"Everything is wrong, nigga!! Y'all got me looking stupid because you invite me to hang out, yet y'all crumbs as fuck because y'all still talking shit about that night that was 2 MONTHS ago! I was not your nigga then, and I'm still not your nigga now, no matter how much I want to be!!"

And at that moment, I had realized what I had just said. And I realized that I was crying and my voice cracked at the end of that sentence. This shit was crazy. I'm bigger and badder than all these niggas combine, and Inlet one dude drive me to this point. I guess I had it coming. This is what happens when you catch feeling to quick.

You get heartbroken.

I turned, and made my way for the exit again.

"Dee, hold up," they all said, but I just flipped them stung ass niggas and kept it pushing. At this point. All I wanted to do was sleep.

Wassup guys. I know y'all been waiting on this lmao. I just got shit going on, but nothing you need to know of. Enjoy.